Every time I turn the conversation to something deeper than the weather I can feel you all but shutting down. And when I need an explanation for the silence you just tell me you don't wanna talk about it now. What you're not saying is coming in loud and clear we're at a crossroads here. If I'm not the one thing you can't stand to lose, if I'm not that arrow to the heart of you, if you think you can do better than this then I guess we're done. Let's not drag this on, consider me gone. With you I've always been wide open like a window or an ocean. There's nothing I've ever tried to hide. So when you leave me not knowin where you're going I start thinkin that we're lookin we're lookin at goodbye. How about a strong shot of honesty don't you owe that to me...? Consider me a memory. Consider me the past. Consider me a smile in an old photograph, someone who used to make you laugh....
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